Category Archives: Randomness

Getting an email, even an automated one, shouldn’t be so damned exciting as to make me go instantly to a website to see a video. But the one I got about Andrei Andrei’s new video on his blog sent me instantly racing to see it. Feeding my obsession can sometimes be damned rewarding, but this one was a little disappointing. Now, I do have to say that the music was better in this video than the last one. However, there is much less of Andrei, which was the disappointment. It’s got some startling imagery, but still, visually speaking, the first music video was better because there was so much more Andrei. The weird thing about both of these videos is that I have no clue what language either of them is in.

Americans are so arrogant, you know. Especially about music. If musicians aren’t singing in English, we don’t even consider them a viable talent. The second video, the one shot in a museum in Romania, that woman can sing. I like her voice. The first video, the one shot in Lebanon, that music and singer sucks ass. It could be the style of music that turns me off rather than the singer herself, but I just didn’t like it.

One would think, having been classically trained and having sung in French, German, Italian, Spanish, and Latin, as well as English, that I wouldn’t be as arrogant as most Americans. I am. I admit it. I have blinders on just like a lot of other people. Okay, maybe my blinders aren’t as big as other people’s. I like Shakira. I like Andrea Bocelli. I like Leslie Feist. Shakira sings in Spanish, Andrea in Italian, and Feist in French. None of them are Jim Morrison, but hey, I like ’em!

So, yeah, The End has still been playing in my head. That and Nikki Sixx’s Heroin Diaries. Both deal with death so I guess you could say the whole Heath Ledger tragedy is still in the back of my head. The thing I keep wondering is how it would feel to be Naomi Watts. I mean, the woman was with him for years, longer than Michelle Williams was, even though they didn’t have a kid together. (Naomi had one with Liev Schreiber after she and Heath broke up.) I can’t imagine how devastated she must feel. You’re with someone for a long time but things don’t work out… Doesn’t mean a part of you doesn’t still love him, will always love him… Yeah, Naomi Watts is the one I feel for. They always appeared very devoted to one another in public so I imagine her grief is astounding.

To get back to the more happy and amusing things in life, here is a shout out to my bitch Shiny who is having a birthday today. May you be as big a goat girl at 90 as you are today! Luvs ya baby! MUAH!

How I came to be a skank is a strangely circuitous story. See, I have this thing for Marcus Schenkenberg. To me, the man is the most beautiful man in the world. I love his chest, his hands, his dimpled chin… just everything. He is the epitome of male beauty to me. I was obsessed with the man long before the Bar came into existence.

So here I am writing in the Bar and the day comes when Jen offers me Alaric Kohl for Lex Valentine’s mate. (See the post entitled The HEA.) Her inducement to me is to tell me that Alaric is embodied by Marcus Schenkenberg. I have to admit, that was a stroke of genius on her part, enticing me with Marcus. Of course I couldn’t resist.

Not long after that Jen invites me to this message board called Zanctuary or Z as we call it. The women there call each other skanks. They give each other skank names which I think have to be earned in some devious manner. So, very quickly it seemed, I was tagged as the Skankenberg. My response to this was to make skank avatars for everyone! I’ve had various versions of my skank av but this one was the first incarnation.

So now everywhere I go I have to use a Marcus av at some point. At JR Ward’s BDB MB I’m posting pics of Marcus in a kilt… or I’m posting about him at the Dark Muse Society. He’s even on my Yahoo Instant Messenger this week. It’s an av with Marcus and the little giraffe beanie Jen sent me for Christmas. Giraffes being synonymous with Marcus now because of Alaric. (Alaric’s mom makes him take dancing lessons even though at 6’6″ she says he’s a big giraffe.)

So now I’m a skank with an obsession with Marcus Schenkenberg, an attachment to a fictional character named Alaric the Asshole aka the big giraffe, and a collector of giraffe items. All because I think the man has the most beautiful chest and hands and um… everything ever. A skank with a giraffe fetish… not exactly what I thought I’d be at my age but what the hell. I’m enjoying myself drooling so just pass the tissues and laugh at me. It’s all good… and Marcus… he’s just too damn good.